To Michael Mell the idea of soulmates was brilliant. Having that connection with someone, because of a little charm is astounding to him. This little charm that is almost like a tattoo when you are born, but it'll turn to more into a bracelet as you grow older. This concept is so weird, but oddly complex to Michael.
Most people who find their soulmates are ecstatic and blissfully in love. His friends Jake Dillinger and Rich Goskina are soulmates. They hardly leave each other and they look so in love. They are the sickeningly cute couple people dream they have. Michael wants that, he wants that kind of love that Jake and Rich have.
A sweet romantic one that was cliche as hell. He wants what Rich and Jake have. They hardly are ever apart, and they're so in love. Michael is secretly is a hopeless romantic, though if he was confronted he'd deny it.
Michael loves little romantic gestures, like bringing flowers to someone, or forehead kisses. God forehead kisses make him weak to the knees and feel all giddy. He loves hugs from behind so much. He loves them just as much as he smokes weed in his basement with Jeremy.
He loves Jeremy, he longs for his best friend to be his soulmate almost praying every night. Wishing on every star in the sky. He thinks about this as he slings down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. He thinks about how much of a sap he is then he reminds himself he is still a badass and he doesn't care.
He escapes for a while allowing the hot water to cascade down his body and let the steam clear his mind. While washing his hair, he is at peace for once in his crazy mind.
Wrapping his fluffy towel around his waist he walks back to his room and dresses in his same red hoodie he always wear and jeans. He falls back to his bed with a sigh, grabbing his phone and glasses off of his bedside table. Jamming his glasses on his face and firing a text to Jeremy, he sighs again and scoots so he is laying down.
His phone vibrates signaling he has received a text from Jeremy. Well a text but he knew it was from Jeremy. The text said that Jeremy would come over to his because his parents were fighting again.
Jeremy's parents were classic cases of people finding their soulmate but ignored them. The world, the universe rebelled against them. The Heere's fight all the time, and their son is caught in the middle. Although ignoring soulmates were uncommon, it wasn't unheard. Jeremy's parents were drunk the night Jeremy was conceived, and Jeremy's dad was raised to marry the mother of his child. Of course Mr. Heere never blamed Jeremy, so he gave up his happiness and his soulmate for Jeremy, it wasn't his fault he was only a cluster of cells at the time. Jeremy's mom on the other side is totally different. His mother blamed him for everything, she blamed her for the happiness she was forced to give up to raise Jeremy.
She blamed him for the stretch marks that littered her body, it was his fault he grew in her body. It was his fault she lost her soulmate, she lost his happiness.
It was always his fault, it did a number on his self-esteem. It made Michael sad to see this, this was why Jeremy had gotten a squip. Jeremy walks into Michael's room, and sigh as he lays down next to Michael.
"I hate them," Jeremy grumbles
"I know," Michael sighs rolling over to face Jeremy
"Do you think I'll ever find my soulmate?" Jeremy sighs sadly
"Yeah, I do," Michael smiles
"I hope your right,"
"I am,"
"Jeremy you'll find him/her I promise,"
"Are you wearing your charm?"
"...Yeah I always do,"
"I'll have to bring mine next time,"
Michael looked puzzled "Why?"
"I have a theory Micah,"
"Oh,"
Jeremy perked up "What if we actually were soulmate Micah,"
"Go on I'm listening,"
"Well like we've been friends for ever and we've done stuff together since we were kids. You've still like me after that party and well maybe if we were it would take the pressure off of both of us,"
"Maybe,"
The boys end up playing video games until midnight were they decided to smoke a little before bed.